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Chapter 19, p.405-406
The Slytherin team were standing waiting for them. They too were wearing those silver-crown shaped badges. The new captain, Montague, was built along the same lines as Dudley, with massive forearms like hairy hams. Behind him lurked Crabbe and Goyle, almost a s large, blinking stupidly in the sunlight, swinging their new Beaters' bats. Malfoy stood to the side, the sunlight gleaming on his white-blond head. He caught Harry's eye and smirked, tapping the crown-shaped badge on his chest.

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Chapter 19, p.409
There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere he looked; Malfoy was still circling the stadium jut like Harry. They passed midway around the pitch going in opposite direction and Harry heard Malfoy singing loudly,
WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN...

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Chapter 19, p.409
Harry did not have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins. Looking down, Harry saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring:
THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING: WEASLEY IS OUR KING.

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Chapter 19, p.411
But Harry had seen it al last: The tiny fluttering Golden snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch.
He dived....
In a matter of seconds, Malfoy was streaking out of the sky on Harry's left, a green-and-silver blur lying on his broom....
The Snitch skirted the foot of one of the goal hoops and scooted off toward the other side of the stands; its change of direction suited Malfoy, who was nearer. Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Malfoy were now neck and neck...
Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand from his broom, stretching toward the Snitch... to his right, Malfoy's arm extended too, reaching, groping...
It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds - Harry's fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoy's fingernails scrabbled the back of Harry’s hand hopelessly - Harry pulled his broom upward, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the gryffindor spectators screamed their approval....
They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won -
WHAM!

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Chapter 19, p.412-13
"It was that thug, Crabbe," said Angelina angrily. "He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch - but we won, Harry, we won!"
Harry heard a snort from behind him an turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.
"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper...but then he was born in a bin.... Did you like my lyrics, Potter?"
Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
"We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie and Angelina hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see -"
"Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.
"- we couldn't fit in useless loser either - for his father, you know -"
Fed and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy.
"Leave it," said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. "Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little -"
"- but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you can stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay -"
Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and KAtie to stop Fred from leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Carabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
"Or perhaps,"said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it -"
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach -
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
He could hear the girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled "IMPEDIMENTA!" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach....
"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was hse who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbed was cackling in the background. "I've never seen behavior like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!"

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